Taylor Gang lyrics

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[Wiz Khalifa – Verse 1]Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pairI’m the coach I can show you how to be a player5 faces, the fitted bitches love my hairCamo shorts go with anything I wanna wearThe let me in the club, fuck a dress codeMe and all my niggas rollin up the best smokeOG kush from the westcoastOh you down to fuck? Well shorty lets goDiamonds in my chain niggas tryna steal my laneTryna get my brain bitch, I’m reppin’ taylor gangSmoke till I’m insane, drinkin’ til I’m throwin’ upOnly papers if you Taylor’d nigga throw it upHigh socks, low cutsSmell that good weed than you know its usThat yellow car pulling up, them niggas aint hot so they close to usDown to fly ya two fingers and hold em up

[Wiz Khalifa – Verse 2]Bought a crib like Scarface’sThis is my worldAll my niggas down to bang but we can try worseSmoking ounces to the head til my lam twirlsI’m the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girlTopic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love usPlus them niggas suckas I got that in living colorAll my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colorsAll I do is fuck em once, and I dont call or give em numbersRolex, more sex, good weed, no stressRun my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflexThrow your set up, what you rep when you twistin’ ya fingers?Real recognise real and my nig you a strangerGot a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papersGot a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors

[Chevy Woods]You see me out I rep my gangUsed serve that John McCain, that John McCainHold up they dont know my name?Chevy who? Chevy who?Look at all that shit them dollars doGettin’ all this money wit you know whoIt’s Taylor Gang over youWe poppin bottles gang signsAll my niggas gang signsRollin up gang signsNiggas trippin, bang timeHold up, what they say bout us?Same niggas gotta get the OK bout stuffThey aint in the same leagueThey don’t play like usNo stems, no seeds, keep that rolled upBang on them hoes, we does thatSocket work, I just had a plug for thatGet your taylor onHold for whatever you repThrowin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a setGot these niggas trippin’, and these bitches tooThey just haters though, no matter what we doWhat up cuh, on the left sideIts Taylor gang, and thats or dieCHEVY!